Today I wrote a piece three times in my head.

Vividly,
each version more sad than the one before it.

Too sad to write.

Too sad to share.

Too sad to put in a diary
where it suppose to be safe.

Because,
I don't want to take a chance that I would ever see this again!

I don't know why I feel the way I do.

Could it be my assumptions, exaggerated?

Maybe it's the truth, I don't know.

Either way,
if it's just my imagination,

It shall remain in my head... unwritten!

~ a ButterFly εїз